An Old Man

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My friends were making fun of me tonight because I kept calling everyone "old". It was quite by accident, you know "the old hair cutter who worked at ---, my old friend ----.

I am going to have to drop that adjective out of my vocabulary if I am to keep my friends it seems. At our age, they don't want to hear it, and I can relate.

But here tonight is an OLD man. He was photographed in the late 1800's. It is a very unusual tintype, and someone took the time to hand color his cheeks pink. How odd. He is another piece of my collection that I am offering on eBay cause the economy is bad and art moves S L O W L Y, slower than this old man who will probably make his minimum bid.

Oh, and on the way to Woodstock today I saw the greatest billboard: "ART, THE BEST INVESTMENT" (or something to that ilk)

Anyway, no energy to write much tonight. After working for 5 days, and then spending the entire weekend standing in front of an easel, I am beat. I am counting on a snow day tomorrow as a northeaster is heading up the coast, and I am doing some magic to make sure that it comes in a little bit to the west of its projected path, to make sure that it shuts the schools down for one day plus a two hour delay on Tuesday.

May the weather gods and goddesses be with me.

Patti O Forecaster

Comments

Unknown said…
oooh you... always thinking!!! snow day AND two hour delay!!!! i should've added that one to my own spell... no wonder it's snowing like a freaking mother out there!!!!! enjoy your day off and your morning in!!! xoxoxox.... annie
6:38 AM
Shades of Scorpio said…
What stories those old photos have....sealed shut. Good call on the storm. Now we'll hang in there for the delay tomorrow! =) x0x0
7:53 PM
Shades of Scorpio said…
What stories those old photos have....sealed shut. Good call on the storm. Now we'll hang in there for the delay tomorrow! =) x0x0
7:53 PM
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